"You know," Auden interjected, "Like signs from Fate or God or whatever it is she believes in. I don't even think she knows what she believes in."

"So anyway," continued Ira, picking up the story, "Before each of us was born, she looked for signs for what to call us. Like, she had this book of poetry someone gave her and she'd never looked at it in her life, and the one day she decided to pick it up and have a look at it was the day Auden was born, so she called her after the poet."

"And there was a fox that kept visiting our garden at nights before I was born," Fox put in, "That was my sign. And there were no signs for Ira until this old guy picked Mum up from the side of the road and drove her to the hospital the day he was born, and the old guy's name was Ira, so that was the sign." She looked from Spencer to her brother and sister and then back again, "Auden doesn't believe in signs, and Ira says he doesn't know. Do you believe in signs?"